Runaway
Some people are gonna tell you
That your music ain't shit
That your art ain't shit
But that's the thing about art you know
It's a feeling
And feelings
In my opinion
Are a matter of opinion
You feel me
You can talk your shit
You can talk your shit
You can count your grip
You can't count your grip
You can talk your shit
You can count your grip
You can talk your shit you can talk your
You can talk your shit
Ima count my grip
You can throw a fit
I don't trust that
Nah
You can talk your shit
Imma make these hits
You can rock your shit
Lemme run that
You can talk your shit
You can tell me that what i'm sayin ain't shit
You can tell me this
You can tell me whatever you wanna hear
But I ain't listening
Nah nah nah
You can talk your shit
You can talk your shit
You can count your grip
Imma count my grip
You can talk your shit
Ima talk my shit
We can talk our shit
But it don't mean shit
You can talk your shit
You can make me angry
Ima talk my shit
Staring at you blankly
You can talk your shit
Call me weak and lanky
Ima talk my shit
All your rhymes are gangly
All your rhymes are weak
All your rhymes have me
Thinking of things I should speak upon
Things that I'm living
And things that I'm dreaming on
Things that I'm dreaming now
Got me scared that's no doubt
Things that I'm dreaming bout
Shouldn't be spoke about
Things that I'm dreaming bout
Should be for my head only but
Imma talk my shit
Imma talk my shit
You can talk your shit
Imma count my grip
You can count your grip
You can talk your shit
I can talk my shit
You can
We can talk our shit
I don't give a fuck
I used to have bad dreams
Used to have bad dreams
Used to have bad dreams
Guess they just my dreams
Guess they just my dreams
Used to have bad dreams
I guess they just
My dreams
I guess they be telling me something
In all my dreams I be runnin
I'm runnin
In all of my dreams
I can't speak
I cant eat
I can't breathe
I can't pray
I can't seem to find peace
All I do's run away
In my dreams I be hurting these people I love
In my dreams I be praying to up up above
In my dreams I been acting vindictive as fuck
Wanna runaway
From myself
Help
You ever just wanna run the fuck away from yourself
Uh
That your music ain't shit
That your art ain't shit
But that's the thing about art you know
It's a feeling
And feelings
In my opinion
Are a matter of opinion
You feel me
You can talk your shit
You can talk your shit
You can count your grip
You can't count your grip
You can talk your shit
You can count your grip
You can talk your shit you can talk your
You can talk your shit
Ima count my grip
You can throw a fit
I don't trust that
Nah
You can talk your shit
Imma make these hits
You can rock your shit
Lemme run that
You can talk your shit
You can tell me that what i'm sayin ain't shit
You can tell me this
You can tell me whatever you wanna hear
But I ain't listening
Nah nah nah
You can talk your shit
You can talk your shit
You can count your grip
Imma count my grip
You can talk your shit
Ima talk my shit
We can talk our shit
But it don't mean shit
You can talk your shit
You can make me angry
Ima talk my shit
Staring at you blankly
You can talk your shit
Call me weak and lanky
Ima talk my shit
All your rhymes are gangly
All your rhymes are weak
All your rhymes have me
Thinking of things I should speak upon
Things that I'm living
And things that I'm dreaming on
Things that I'm dreaming now
Got me scared that's no doubt
Things that I'm dreaming bout
Shouldn't be spoke about
Things that I'm dreaming bout
Should be for my head only but
Imma talk my shit
Imma talk my shit
You can talk your shit
Imma count my grip
You can count your grip
You can talk your shit
I can talk my shit
You can
We can talk our shit
I don't give a fuck
I used to have bad dreams
Used to have bad dreams
Used to have bad dreams
Guess they just my dreams
Guess they just my dreams
Used to have bad dreams
I guess they just
My dreams
I guess they be telling me something
In all my dreams I be runnin
I'm runnin
In all of my dreams
I can't speak
I cant eat
I can't breathe
I can't pray
I can't seem to find peace
All I do's run away
In my dreams I be hurting these people I love
In my dreams I be praying to up up above
In my dreams I been acting vindictive as fuck
Wanna runaway
From myself
Help
You ever just wanna run the fuck away from yourself
Uh
Credits
Writer(s): Mary Katherine Kutter, Brian Scott Alexander, Andrew Eugene Capra
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